Linkin and Glory Bee (taken on Coyote Hill, here on our farm)
Tallen Rose (taken while we were all out on Coyote Hill, here on our farm)
We are so lucky and so blessed!
A grammy on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s with great sadness I see the swallows are starting to gather
This will go on for several days. The coming together and gathering.
Then, when the newly hatched are strong enough. They will lift up as one.
And leave.
I have only seen them lift off and leave once in my life.
It was unique and precious and very exhilarating.
What a fragile gift our birds are to us.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The Contrast of Evening Sun on showers in the canyons
The very strong line of shadow and light
Night rising up on the land–defining the last light in the sky
Big fat rain clouds—- sunlight through the old apricot tree
Sunrise dressing the earth with Morning
Dusk filled with brilliance
Even the wind, in all its amazing power; lifting the soil into the air— gifts us with a refreshing of sorts.
Each and every moment of our full 24-hour day gives us so much—so many things of contrast, so many types of varying gifts they are too numerous to count.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
I know, I know! You think Boo Berry Betty and I, Yours Truly, TLC Cai-Cai are the only ones who can make the hens scatter!
Well, I’m here to tell you—Mom can too. (Sometimes, not often, but, yes, sometimes.)
And the big, loud, HUGE machines can make the hens squawk and run.
BUT—-
Those hens have a few tricks in their feathers, let me tell you.
For one thing—NEVER! EVER! Chase Skitter Bug. EVER!! She has a very pointy, sharp beak. Just say’n.
And—Skitter is very much in charge of her flock and her BIRD SEED!
See Mom scatters bird seed out by the hen run so the birds will stay out of the hen house; the birds like to eat the chicken feed.
So Mom puts bird seed or hen scratch outside the run for the birds.
Now, if Skitter Bug sees the birds pecking around on the food on the ground—
Well, just let me say—
Skitter knows how to make those little birds
SCATTER!
TLC Cai-Cai
When opening my email I saw these wonderful photos—
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From Saudah— “I’m from South Africa, and am thirteen years old
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What a wonderful and very marvelous gift!
Friends from all around this amazing globe we call the world!
Thank you so much, Saudah!
I am very pleased to meet you!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
While the wars and manipulations of men
Fill the air with restless, convulsing fear and anger
Our quiet daily lives
(BIG GRASSHOPPER)
Keep steadily onward
The earth sends out old familiar energy
Even bringing forth flowers in the late Summer usually seen only in Spring
The Sun, the Rain, and the clouds sing overhead
The air is rich with the scents of earth, trees, flowers, and green weeds
All these things herded together soothe our souls.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Shannon’s hen hatched a tiny baby. The Mom takes it everywhere and then some. Even here way up on the perch in the hen house!
SO CUTE!!!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
It’s been raining all around us
Which is okay
The peaceful and beautiful showers gift us with Rainbows!
Of which, the Earth repays in hearts!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for your senses to grow sharper”–W.B. Yeats
For a sky filled with
The very bright promise from the Heavens
An invigorating nip of Hope in the air
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
“OH!”
“HELP!”
“MOM!”
“HELP!”
“BOO Berry Betty”, Mom yelled,
“Come help me put the chickens away,”
“OKAY, MOM!”
Teeee heee, chuckle, snort!
Boo Berry Betty
Life on a Colorado Farm 